Steel steam and flame

Just being rubbed, not touching, the skin of Belinda's arm was already covered with tiny cracks, and the oozing blood stained the torn clothes red. The driver's seat became a ball of twisted steel, half of which was still splattered with blood. The corpse leaned on it and was quickly surrounded by steam leaking from the broken steam pipe.

"Get out of the armored vehicle quickly and look for the enemy!" Trolovro turned around and stepped over to open the door. Only then did his hand touch the steel handle on the door. The abnormal heat made him shrink back immediately. The reaction must be quick. Trolovro immediately wanted to pull out the pneumatic weapon from his waist, but Belinda came to Trolovro with the gun in hand. She looked at him and asked "What's wrong?" He reached out his hand and grasped the handle of the car door.

"Wait, Belinda, there..." Trovero exclaimed and quickly reached out to pull Belinda.

"Hurry down, we must immediately find the attacking enemy..." The intertwined words were interrupted by hurried footsteps, and the sudden bright red color on the car illuminated their faces. The temperature that began to rise sharply was evaporating the blood on Belinda's face and body, as well as the sweat that suddenly appeared.

He almost flew toward the other side of the armored vehicle, but a pneumatic sword emitting a glow of blazing temperature cut through the thickest corner of the armored vehicle's shield at this moment, like an inconspicuous line on the hard ice on the lake surface. Amidst the harsh and sharp sound, the pneumatic sword pulled out a bright strip of light in the next moment, spread out in the loading truck, and cut Belinda into two pieces from the chest with one knife.

After pulling out his weapon, Trovero swung away the upper body of Belinda's collision with one hand, and deflected the light with one hand. Before the blade of the sword reached the red-hot state, it had already struck the reversed handle. Under a flash of sparks, the guard was disconnected under the bright cut, and he kicked the door open. Trolovo rushed out of the armored vehicle. As soon as his footsteps touched the ground, he suddenly exerted force. After several jumps, he had already reached the side of the last armored vehicle in the convoy. beside.

The heat of the liquid metal can also be felt here. As far as the eye can see, all seven armored vehicles have been declared to be useless scrap metal. The first two vehicles were penetrated by powerful weapons, and the following vehicles all bore dark red sword marks from incompletely cooled molten iron.

Trovro wanted to remind the remaining members to form a defense immediately to resist the enemy's attack, but he swallowed all the words after spitting out a word. The next few armored vehicles are filled with various weapons, and there is only one driver. Only a few limo cars in front carried members of the team. You can see the holes that were blasted out of the armored vehicle. With this weapon, which is more powerful than the special bullets of heavy sniper rifles, the chance of survival of the team members is almost zero.

"Have we met the main members of the escort team of the Lighting Organization?" The thought just appeared in his mind. Trolovro caught a glimpse of a bright light in the corner of his eyes and immediately distanced himself from the armored vehicle.

A section of the red-hot sword slashed across the afterimage he left behind, cutting off a corner of the armored vehicle. Under the gush of steam, Trovero saw the enemy walking to where he had been standing just now. The temperature perception spread out at this time, and the surrounding heat source immediately became a mirror image imprinted in Tlovro's head, "There is only... one enemy?"

Completely unsure of the number of enemies, Tlovro opened a distance of about ten meters and stood in the grass to look at the thinking enemy who was watching him. The next moment, his body tensed up instinctively. After the pupil narrowed in an instant, it suddenly expanded. The deep black color made the enlarged pupil occupy almost one third of the eye.

The body expanded at a visible speed. In less than half a breath, the massive muscles burst through the clothes, turning Trolovro into a huge figure nearly two and a half meters tall. He gripped the pneumatic sword almost at the same time, and his bones and muscles made a trilling sound that made his ears sore.

With just a wave of his hand, the huge arm brought up a gust of wind, and the pneumatic sword turned into a stream of light and was lifted from his side and slashed forward.

"Cang!" Sparks and sparks bloomed at the intersection of the two pneumatic swords, and Cassia, who rushed over, also solidified and stopped in front of Trolovro.

"You are very strong. To kill an armored convoy by yourself, you need to consider a lot of things. But..." Every word seems to be squeezed by muscles and bones, and there are also tremors of muscles in the throat. As Trolovo spoke, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and knocked Cassia's pneumatic sword away with one sword. Then he seized the opportunity, raised it high and slashed downwards suddenly towards Cassia who took a few steps back, "But you You should continue to use that weapon, maybe I will have died by your gun by this time."

"Boom" Trolovo looked at the sparks flying in front of him. He thought that the enemy who should have been split open by him was still standing stiffly on the spot. The only change was that his feet were sunk deeply into the soil. His body didn't dare to stop, but it was more out of a kind of fright. He knew how powerful he was in this state. Trolovro raised his pneumatic sword and attacked continuously, but the sparks splashing showed that every attack he made was almost exhausted and was blocked by the enemy.

An indescribable feeling began to arise in his heart. At this time, Trolovo took a step back, and the pneumatic sword drew a semi-circular arc and was pulled behind him. All the strength in his body began to gather, Trolovo swung the sword horizontally, and his turning body caused a gust of wind.

"Ding!" The pneumatic sword could no longer move forward when it reached the enemy. Trolovo's pupils shrank sharply and he immediately retreated, but the bright sword blade had already caught up with him. He quickly raised his sword to resist, and the power impact was transmitted from the pneumatic sword to him the next moment. The bones made strange noises from section to section, and Trolovo finally roared out, and the muscles of his arms broke the skin instantly, but he still could not stop the pneumatic sword he was holding from rebounding. It hit his left shoulder and sunk deeply into it. A large area of ​​body tissue immediately turned into coke under the high temperature.

Blood and smoke spurted out from his left shoulder. Tlovro tremblingly turned off the switch of the pneumatic sword. His huge body lost strength at the same time and fell to his knees in the wasteland. He looked ahead, only to find the enemy and chase him, but immediately turned around and left.

"Thank you for the compliment. I wanted to collect more information from you, but your other convoy doesn't seem to want to come over to help. I have to chase them." Just as he was thinking about the reason, Tlovro heard the enemy's words. , although it is already very blurry.

"Boom!" After a breath, the gunshot broke the heated air. A bullet flew from a distance and blasted open the unconscious Tlovro's head.